Knowing he now had two pissed off women on his hands he thought it best if he separated them as soon as possible. He had a horrible feeling the night was going to go from bad to worse, the longer it went on. Placing his hand at the base of Kate’s spine, he steered her toward the lift. He punched in the ninth floor. “The lift opens directly to my offices. Go along the corridor, mine’s at the end. I’ll be ten minutes max.” Her eyes lingered on his and then moved slowly to his lips. “I’m doing this for me. Not you. I want whatever you think is going to happen between us to stop. The woman you knew five years ago is no longer here. And the new me is clearly more than you can handle.” She brushed past him into the lift, her body humming with suppressed anger. When she turned around to face him, Mark’s eyes languidly took in every delicious, sexy inch of her. He met her eyes. “Believe me, Kate,” he said quietly, “I can handle anything, anything at all.” She sniffed, opened her mouth to say more, but the doors swished closed.
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